n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life-set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until...
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"Now, what?" Luther asks. looking towards Five who's pacing back and forth.
"Now nothing, Luther, all right?" Five yells out. "Make your peace with god."
"What?" I ask.
"What about Allison and Vanya?" Luther asks.
"Screw them both. They should have been here." Five answers.
"What about Diego?" Klaus groans from the ground. "He's quite a responsible young man, no? Something must've happened to them."
"Screw Diego, all right?" Five sighs, pacing. "Screw everybody! I was better off on my own in the apocalypse."
"Five! Come on." Luther sighs.
"No, maybe he's right." I say, pissed. "After all, Five's always gonna have to do everything himself since no of us are ever good enough."
I start to walk off when I hear Five yell out after me. "Marah, come back, that's not what I meant."
"Yeah, well it's what you said." I yell back. I walk to the end of the alley. "I'm heading to the prison, I'm gonna get my friends back. Come find me once you've figured your shit out."
I walk away from the alley hearing Five yelling and Luther ordering him around. I walk back towards the bakery.
As I walk, I think about how I'm going to do this. My face was plastered in every newspaper and magazine for a year. I make it to the bakery five minutes later. Looking around, I make sure no one's watching before I open the door. I see crime tape on the door and the bakery trashed.
Walking in, I step over all the receipts, pastries, and coffee on the ground. Making my way to the apartment upstairs, I change into a more breathable outfit, one that will make it easier to move in.
I change into a black mini dress, with a white sheer lace top, black knee high heeled boots, and I strap on a leg strap with knives. I put two knives into my boots, one in each boot. I grab my guns and slip them into two thigh holsters on my legs. Looking in the mirror and making sure it's not seen.
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